Never Is an Awfully Long Time

When I grow up, I want to be famous, I want to be a star, I want to be in movies. When I grow up, I want to see the world, drive nice cars, I want to have groupies.

To quote the Pussycat Dolls.

When I grow up, I want to own an art gallery to fill with the beautiful pictures I paint. I want to play the ukulele in front of my VW Bus. I want to live in Costa Rica, and own my own bakery. When I grow up, I want to be CEO and play golf with other corporate giants. I want to have a white picket fence to play house in. I want to travel around the world and back again. I want to illustrate an animated movie. I want to work for a children's museum.

Growing up, you're possibilities are limitless.

With this imagination and enthusiasm of a child, I will amalgamate for you a collection trinkets and treasures, presenting to you fallen feathers and glass beads the way a proud child presents to his mother these prizes of his daily adventures.

When you're little, you're taught to share your toys with the other kids, play nice on the playground, and when you skin your knee, all you need is Mommy's kiss to make it better. Here are my toys, my playgrounds, and a kiss. To me, growing up continues no matter the number of candle on my birthday cake. To me, we're always growing up -- ever changing, constantly learning, inquisitively discovering.

The ultimate child, Peter Pan, once said "I'll never grow up." I'll never be grown up. Growing up never stops. And never is an awfully long time.